“Okay I understand Rory. Let me tell you one last bedtime story. Once long long ago there were two worlds living side by side. One world the day world was much like this world only brighter with the sun always shining. In all shades of gray, the other was a night world of magical moonlight.

“Between day world and night world, there was peace for a while. Inhabitants of either land could travel and trade even fall love and marry. But people are what people are, Rory. Even then there was petty jealousies. Envy is evergreen and misunderstandings as common as weeds. An accusation of theft, childish street fights, tempers flared over and over especially at the edge of the worlds.

“I can’t say who was at fault, Rory. Time has worn away the names and faces, but I do know armies fierce from both sides amassed along the dusk line. Border towns in the night world were burned mysteriously. Cannon fire from above rained on the day world cities.

“Finally in a dreadful battle the night world captured the day world sun and held it for ransom. Fortunately, Rory, calmer heads prevailed. Elders negotiated for peace. The sun was returned after the ransom was paid.

“I knew you would ask that. The ransom for the ever burning sun was that the worlds would be sealed from each other forever and everything from the night would be returned to the realm of the night. That meant everything night Rory had to leave the day, the night treasures, the art, the magic, and the night people.

“Now there was a good-hearted tailor of the day married to a night seamtress. She was torn from him and no amount of crying would allow either side to allow them to live together in any world. If the day world broke its treaty with the night world the day would forfeit its sun and its realm to the night.

“As luck would have it, the tailor had not always been a tailer. Once he was a juvenile delinquet, who used to smuggle illicit goods between the worlds. What, oh ask your mother when she gets home?

“Somehow the tailor slipped into the night world to find his love. With night world magic his beloved seamtress stitched herself to the tailor and slipped to the other side. The next morning in the day world the first shadow appeared. That’s right. It was an emissary from the night looking for proof the day world broke the treaty.

“The next day and the next, shadows appeared. From the smallest mouse to the tallest tower, Rory. Everything was casted a shadow, an agent on the hunt. With a every passing hour, dark crept deep. into the day world for hours each day. Fearing another war, the day world inhabitants pretended shadows had always been there. When the night seeped in the day world made sure to sleep to pretend not to notice.

“This became the way of the world. The night magic seamtress and her good-hearted tailor were never caught and their descendants remember the truth and hold a thimble of night magic deep inside. But that is why when you go to bed, you must stay in bed until the safety of morning. The night is always searching to take back what is theirs. Sleep tight, Rory.”